Wash out the muck a few more times. he hates to be dirty.
It's out. He drained it away as he was shown to. For a time, he won't be hurting.
It breaks him. It makes him glad. He cleans his car. It's gotten dirty.
Ashes to ashes--mud to mud. He saved himself. He was helpless.
The fault is hers, she skipped in childish ways that made him feel dirty.
Fold inside another time when the boy is used tortured ways yet returns different
from the man he is today, this altered man would shield a child from what is dirty.
He wakes, this dream's not real, and hope's false too. Like nonexistent light is in a black hole.
He buys candy. He's lost his dog. He takes all sweet things. He makes them dirty.
He means to eliminate his own stain with ransom of this untouched child.
Inside him, there is a hole where a soul might be. It is black and deep and it is dirty.
This earth is blessed with angels oblivious to the beastly things that hunt them.
One cherub spared any memories rose to divinity; she exceeded every grasp at dirty.
It is said, she comforts the bereft, with profound and graceful wings. Though unseen to her,
She sings for souls adrift in nightmarish imaginings of dark and impenetrable things so dirty.
